The Simple Need to Talk

by lilkyonkyon

Each day that passed brought Harry a new challenge, but it also brought him further and further from the war. Post-War Drabble. Rated for language. Title from O'Brien's The Things They Carried. ::100 Times Challenge:: WIP.

2. Cried

Day 002

The First Day He Cried After the War

He couldn't seem to summon the photo album. Harry could see it sitting right on the shelf in plain sight, and he was only a few feet away, at most. But his spell wasn't working.

"Accio album," he tried again.

It didn't even quiver.

Some sort of unspoken principle kept him seated. He could have easily retrieved the album himself, but that still didn't solve the problem he was having with his magic. Harry glowered at it and subtly leaned forward.

"Accio photo album. Accio. Accio!"

Finally, it gave a lurch and toppled to the ground, spilling photos everywhere. He could see some of the pictures waving at him from the floor, all smiles.

But Harry didn't move. His blood surged inside of him — it was a feeling that forced him to draw his breath in hoarse gasps. Tears leaked out of his eyes as he clutched his wand in a death-grip.

He was useless.

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